The exercise:
Write about something that is: forgotten.
We're back home with Max, as of this afternoon. He's still not seeming fully back to himself though, so we're sleeping up at Kat's parent's house for the extra overnight support.
Hopefully that's where we'll be when the sun comes up as well, because I'm not really interested in another middle of the night trip to the hospital.
My take on the prompt is super short because I want to get back up to the house, which does not have internet. Plus? I am very tired.
Mine:
Apparently today is my third wedding anniversary. Not too surprisingly, we've been so distracted the last few days I'd pretty much forgotten about it.
I'd been thinking about it last week though. We'd even planned on going out for dinner while Kat's parents watched Max for us.
That's all been pushed aside, for now at least. Hopefully in a few days we'll be able to celebrate the occasion properly.
But for now, our focus is elsewhere. In fact, if Kat's aunt hadn't wished me a happy anniversary this morning I probably would have completely forgotten that today was the day Kat and I got hitched.
Tuesday July 30th, 2013
The exercise:
Write two haiku about something: fuzzy.
If you're wondering where the hell I've been, I'd suggest scrolling down a little bit.
Mine:
No sleep for ages,
my vision's getting fuzzy.
Time to stop driving.
* * *
A treat for a ride
in a noisy ambulance:
a cuddly new friend.
Max is gaining a much larger collection of teddy bears due to ambulance rides than I'd prefer.
Write two haiku about something: fuzzy.
If you're wondering where the hell I've been, I'd suggest scrolling down a little bit.
Mine:
No sleep for ages,
my vision's getting fuzzy.
Time to stop driving.
* * *
A treat for a ride
in a noisy ambulance:
a cuddly new friend.
Max is gaining a much larger collection of teddy bears due to ambulance rides than I'd prefer.
Monday July 29th, 2013
The exercise:
Hi there. Let's just get right to it, shall we?
Write about: the relapse.
Mine:
Actually, now that I've chosen that topic I'm not entirely certain it's totally accurate for what I'm about to write. Oh well, I don't have the energy to think of something better. Onwards we go.
So you remember how two weeks ago Max decided to scare the hell out of us? Well, he did it again.
This time around it began Saturday night, just before midnight. It was more of a gradual waking up before the screaming began, but he got there eventually. We called the ambulance sooner this time, as we had an idea of what was happening (not why, obviously, but at least what). Max was still upset when the paramedics got there so they took him up to the hospital in Oliver with Kat.
When I got there shortly after they did Kat told me that he had returned to his usual self about halfway there. So after a few more checks and a brief conversation with the doctor we went back home.
And all was well.
Until Sunday night (technically Monday morning, but whatever) at one o'clock. Another waking turning to screaming. So we just put him in the car and drove to Oliver ourselves, as we knew the routine by that point.
As I was carrying him from the car toward emergency, however, he decided to add a new wrinkle to the pattern by throwing up all over me.
Now, we're pretty sure he's never done that before. He had a few small spit ups when he was very little, but nothing major. They ran a few tests and while he still seemed upset it was starting to seem like he was just over-tired. So they suggested we get him back in the car and drive around a bit to see if we could get him to sleep.
He was out less than a minute after we left the parking lot.
So back home we went. But when we got there he woke up fussing again, and then shortly after that he threw up for the second time. We called the ER in Oliver and they said to just head straight to Penticton.
We got there around quarter to six (I'd had about an hour's worth of sleep, Kat maybe had two). While he was getting checked out in emergency he threw up yet again. He added one more for good measure a little while after that. And then, after a good long nap, he was back to his usual self.
They checked us in for the night to observe him, not really having any clue what was wrong with him. He threw up a few more times last night, but there were no screams and he generally seemed unfazed by it. He did have a bit of diarrhea, which was another first for him. And then he was back to his usual self today (by today I mean Tuesday... I'd write this as though it's Monday but my brain can't handle that right now).
Max is spending the night at the hospital with Kat again tonight but we're hoping to be heading home tomorrow morning. At this point they still don't really know what's wrong, but the thinking is that he caught a virus of some sort and it's working its way through his system (the diarrhea is hopefully a sign of this). We'll see how tonight goes though.
Anyway. That, in long, is why the blog has been rather quiet. I made the trip back to Osoyoos this afternoon to get more clothes and things, and grabbed the laptop while I was at it. I'm spending the night again at Kat's aunt and uncle's place in Penticton and they have wireless internet, so hopefully things won't be interrupted again.
Okay? Okay. I'm going to go write today's (Tuesday) post now.
Hi there. Let's just get right to it, shall we?
Write about: the relapse.
Mine:
Actually, now that I've chosen that topic I'm not entirely certain it's totally accurate for what I'm about to write. Oh well, I don't have the energy to think of something better. Onwards we go.
So you remember how two weeks ago Max decided to scare the hell out of us? Well, he did it again.
This time around it began Saturday night, just before midnight. It was more of a gradual waking up before the screaming began, but he got there eventually. We called the ambulance sooner this time, as we had an idea of what was happening (not why, obviously, but at least what). Max was still upset when the paramedics got there so they took him up to the hospital in Oliver with Kat.
When I got there shortly after they did Kat told me that he had returned to his usual self about halfway there. So after a few more checks and a brief conversation with the doctor we went back home.
And all was well.
Until Sunday night (technically Monday morning, but whatever) at one o'clock. Another waking turning to screaming. So we just put him in the car and drove to Oliver ourselves, as we knew the routine by that point.
As I was carrying him from the car toward emergency, however, he decided to add a new wrinkle to the pattern by throwing up all over me.
Now, we're pretty sure he's never done that before. He had a few small spit ups when he was very little, but nothing major. They ran a few tests and while he still seemed upset it was starting to seem like he was just over-tired. So they suggested we get him back in the car and drive around a bit to see if we could get him to sleep.
He was out less than a minute after we left the parking lot.
So back home we went. But when we got there he woke up fussing again, and then shortly after that he threw up for the second time. We called the ER in Oliver and they said to just head straight to Penticton.
We got there around quarter to six (I'd had about an hour's worth of sleep, Kat maybe had two). While he was getting checked out in emergency he threw up yet again. He added one more for good measure a little while after that. And then, after a good long nap, he was back to his usual self.
They checked us in for the night to observe him, not really having any clue what was wrong with him. He threw up a few more times last night, but there were no screams and he generally seemed unfazed by it. He did have a bit of diarrhea, which was another first for him. And then he was back to his usual self today (by today I mean Tuesday... I'd write this as though it's Monday but my brain can't handle that right now).
Max is spending the night at the hospital with Kat again tonight but we're hoping to be heading home tomorrow morning. At this point they still don't really know what's wrong, but the thinking is that he caught a virus of some sort and it's working its way through his system (the diarrhea is hopefully a sign of this). We'll see how tonight goes though.
Anyway. That, in long, is why the blog has been rather quiet. I made the trip back to Osoyoos this afternoon to get more clothes and things, and grabbed the laptop while I was at it. I'm spending the night again at Kat's aunt and uncle's place in Penticton and they have wireless internet, so hopefully things won't be interrupted again.
Okay? Okay. I'm going to go write today's (Tuesday) post now.
Sunday July 28th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the land of broken promises.
Had a fairly uneventful day off.
That's not a complaint.
Mine:
He moves through the changing landscape slowly, with heavy feet and sagging shoulders. It seems that no matter where he looks, his eyes fall on familiar sights.
A baseball glove gathering dust in a closet, no ball to be found nearby. Dinner growing cold at an abandoned table with candle holders covered with melted wax in the shape of teardrops. Flowers dumped upside down in a trashcan.
And on and on it goes.
And all the while a lone thought keeps repeating itself in his mind.
"Ah yes, I have been here before."
Write about: the land of broken promises.
Had a fairly uneventful day off.
That's not a complaint.
Mine:
He moves through the changing landscape slowly, with heavy feet and sagging shoulders. It seems that no matter where he looks, his eyes fall on familiar sights.
A baseball glove gathering dust in a closet, no ball to be found nearby. Dinner growing cold at an abandoned table with candle holders covered with melted wax in the shape of teardrops. Flowers dumped upside down in a trashcan.
And on and on it goes.
And all the while a lone thought keeps repeating itself in his mind.
"Ah yes, I have been here before."
Saturday July 27th, 2013
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the singer.
Now that was more like it, Penticton (and visiting tourists). After emptying out the cooler this morning to pack up the truck (it holds about 20 crates of produce) I only had 4 crates to put back in there upon my return this afternoon.
I suspect the slightly cooler weather (high twenties/low thirties instead of high thirties) and a small reduction in the price of our apricots were both contributing factors.
Whatever it was, I was busy pretty much from opening until the usual noon hour slowdown. With the next market coming on the long weekend, I expect more of the same next time around.
Mine:
His duets with the radio
Led to dreams of superstardom,
Though his wife secretly hoped
He would instead be struck dumb.
Write a four line poem about: the singer.
Now that was more like it, Penticton (and visiting tourists). After emptying out the cooler this morning to pack up the truck (it holds about 20 crates of produce) I only had 4 crates to put back in there upon my return this afternoon.
I suspect the slightly cooler weather (high twenties/low thirties instead of high thirties) and a small reduction in the price of our apricots were both contributing factors.
Whatever it was, I was busy pretty much from opening until the usual noon hour slowdown. With the next market coming on the long weekend, I expect more of the same next time around.
Mine:
His duets with the radio
Led to dreams of superstardom,
Though his wife secretly hoped
He would instead be struck dumb.
Friday July 26th, 2013
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the vampire.
No proper reason for that prompt, outside me realizing earlier today that I'd yet to use it.
Excited to go to the market tomorrow with the first of our nectarines. The 25 pints of blackberries are pretty neat too.
Mine:
The fear was a nuisance, one that he wished he could do without, move beyond. A remnant from childhood that clung tight through his teenage years and lingered still at an age that was, in his opinion, well past such foolishness.
All the talk and rationalization had yet to free him, though.
And so, as the day drew ever closer, his stomach turned and churned at the mere thought of his impending dentist appointment.
Write four lines of prose about: the vampire.
No proper reason for that prompt, outside me realizing earlier today that I'd yet to use it.
Excited to go to the market tomorrow with the first of our nectarines. The 25 pints of blackberries are pretty neat too.
Mine:
The fear was a nuisance, one that he wished he could do without, move beyond. A remnant from childhood that clung tight through his teenage years and lingered still at an age that was, in his opinion, well past such foolishness.
All the talk and rationalization had yet to free him, though.
And so, as the day drew ever closer, his stomach turned and churned at the mere thought of his impending dentist appointment.
Thursday July 25th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about something (or someone) that has been: tied down.
Our tomato plants have been sadly neglected recently, and as a result are badly in need of pruning and tying. We've been trying to make amends this week and there are definite signs of improvement.
Still a ways to go though.
Mine:
The wind came screaming across the water in the black of night, dumping the captain and his ragtag crew out of their bunks with zealous glee. As waves slapped the side of the ship and threatened to wash across the decks, shouted orders were drowned and swallowed in the chaos.
Not that the men needed to be told what to do. The captain just felt like he needed to do more than keep his feet beneath him.
The ship rocked and heaved in a way that would make weak men ill. So only a third of the crew paused in their work to visit the railings and empty their stomachs overboard. The rest moved about in varying states of digestive distress, making sure that every item on board was secure.
Except, the captain noted as the black and green container was launched into the roiling waters by a particularly enthusiastic wave, the last of their food supplies.
Write about something (or someone) that has been: tied down.
Our tomato plants have been sadly neglected recently, and as a result are badly in need of pruning and tying. We've been trying to make amends this week and there are definite signs of improvement.
Still a ways to go though.
Mine:
The wind came screaming across the water in the black of night, dumping the captain and his ragtag crew out of their bunks with zealous glee. As waves slapped the side of the ship and threatened to wash across the decks, shouted orders were drowned and swallowed in the chaos.
Not that the men needed to be told what to do. The captain just felt like he needed to do more than keep his feet beneath him.
The ship rocked and heaved in a way that would make weak men ill. So only a third of the crew paused in their work to visit the railings and empty their stomachs overboard. The rest moved about in varying states of digestive distress, making sure that every item on board was secure.
Except, the captain noted as the black and green container was launched into the roiling waters by a particularly enthusiastic wave, the last of their food supplies.
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